Coming Upon a Hidden Hollow
There is a restlessness here
Where shadows sway and
As sunlight plays across stones
Half hidden by trees
To grow wild and unruly.
There are restless ghosts Too.
Let us take this time, this grey evening that
Remains after the light has drained away,
Brilliant behind the skeleton fingers
Of an autumn forest. Let us pluck at
The unraveling sleeve of ebbing day,
Try to pull it back from where it lingers
At the threshold of what is passing. Night
Falls without regard, without intention,
Inexorably the world turns black. Let
Us pause, then, just before. Let us delight
In what is here. Let us drink dimness in.
Forget that morning always comes.
Forget That night will hold a somber elegance.
Let us hold this dusk in hushed reverence.